"Shrimps? Would think of District 9... no heart to eat them," I acted cheerful as I observed with the corner of my eye how my partner is agitated abou...t the match.In consequence, when the waiter came, I only stammered,"A mug, please. Yes, with coffee."He ordered something I'd heard for the first time and rolled his eyes on me."Good choice. You're too fat anyway."I bit my tongue to catch on time the risky question about one of the seventeen breakpoints the next big hope of tennis failed to. "Don't you go worrying about that part of it. I've asked for Doreen Jamieson to help. She knows the project and wanted to see it through to the finish." Okay. We'd better get started, we've got a lot of work to do."That got a big Rance Cameron smile. "Good! I'll look forward to havin' you here startin' tomorrow."It took another three months to convert the nearly three hundred personnel files over to the database. I was still learning the job, but it wasn't boring and I was fascinated by what I. I had no choice butto contact Don to get his viewpoint.P.O.V.: Don Parks.I knew I had a tail. Hell, the guy was obvious as could be. I figured hewas a new agent at the FBI and didn't know how to remain unseen. Thenagain, he might have wanted me to know I had a tail. The guys working onother shifts weren't as obvious, but once I discovered I was being tailedby someone, it didn't take much to identify who they were one-by-one.They were keeping tabs on me twenty-four seven. I decided to lay low.I. Since none of the older dogs liked running in double lead with Cumulus, Mark and Mike hooked Cumulus in lead, Red and Midnight in swing, David and Paul in team and Ringo and John in wheel."I don't know about this," Mike said, getting onto the ATV."Well, we've got to try it sooner or later," Mark philosophized."All right, dogs," Mike called. "Up! Up! Hike!"Perhaps they should have trained the dogs a little more. The three dogs in front took off like they were supposed to, and so did Ringo and.